eighth grade . . .

. . . was a really great year for me. i met breanne.

our class was working on a project and we had to divide into groups. we needed one more person in our group and breanne was new to our school. you can imagine how the rest of the story goes, blah, blah, blah we invited her into our group, she and i had our first conversation about her wearing "boy" shoes and TA-DA we were inseparable.

i might have had braces, but she did too. i may not have known how to handle my massive mane of hair, but neither did she. i may or may not had the worst teacher known to man kind who dressed like a complete hussy, but we had each other in that class. i might have been totally boy crazy but she was too. and i know for sure that i had a few breakdowns that sent my mother into madness, but so did she and we had one another's houses to run to for refuge.

this best pal of mine is in town. not only that, but she is staying in our little abode for the weekend. i don't care if this doesn't excite you on any level, because i am already excited on every level that she is here. all the way from denver, she is here!